Apocalypse

A poem about one of the signs of the impending Apocalypse

The mighty whales and Leviathan
Stump their fins upon their final hour;
As Saints and angels look down from heaven
God, in His wrath has ignored man’s prayers.

The world looks with vehemence and terror
As God drains the oceans and the deep blue seas
In a colossal vortex, the waters
Recede, exposing all the oceans’ mysteries.

Ghostly galleons and their motley crew
Shall rise again from their watery graves
The deep and all it hides will be within men’s view
As an angry God dances on the waves.

I’d rather die of some horrid disease
Than caught alive in God’s Apocalypse.






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